TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 117: Chapter 117
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: GEMSTONE
FREYA'S POV:
I had to leave and go somewhere I could breathe.
Away from the toxicity of 'friends and people', away from constant lies and betrayal that seemed to never cease unless I ceased trusting in them.
With my aching heart, broken into an unrepairable amount of pieces left for myself alone to pick up, I left under the heavy showers of rain.
I hadn't even bothered with an umbrella because there was no point.
I had no care if I would be drenched by the rain, freezing to death by the cold, or fell ill. Nothing mattered anymore.
I walked to nowhere till I found this tree a good distance away and further in the thick forestry surrounding the school, and sat underneath it.
It acts like a canopy, shielding me from most of the rain except the few spots where the rain relentlessly spilled through.
My eyes are dried, however. I don't know if there's a tear left to cry in me...
I doubt it.
It's my fault
Of course it is...
I had gotten too close to these people, forgetting who I really was, where I really came from. I don't belong here, yet I had deceived myself into thinking I had made real friends and fallen in love.
Love...
So, that's what it is? The reason for the persistent images of Silas flashing in my mind, despite knowing all his cruelty.
Well, that doesn't matter anymore.
Knowing I love him inspires some tears to break through, however
My wolf feels as much pain as I do and moans with sadness, whining in her own way about the coldness in our hearts and even now, she craves Silas' warmth just as I did.
Elena had been right for the first time about Silas and his victims, but I wouldn't let myself be controlled anymore... I wouldn't give myself to useless emotions any longer.
The sound of dripping water falling into the small reflective puddle next to me seizes before I hear his voice.
"Well, well, aren't you bubbly today?" He jokes sarcastically with a little cackle at the end.
Of course, he would appear now in the puddle next to me. He has a knack for showing up in my very low moments, simply to taunt me even more than I do myself.
Today, however, I'm unfazed by it.
"Wizard." I simply respond as a form of greeting, not bothering to look down at his figure in the small pool of water.
"You're never happy to see me. You really wound me, Freya." He points out the obvious, faking offense and cackling at the end again.
I sigh, feeling already exhausted from this conversation. I want to be alone, and he chose this exact time to show up.
"Cut the chase. What is it this time?" I say coldly, looking down at his deep dark ominous figure with purple beaming eyes.
He smiles, unaffected by my crude response - even amused by it.
"What they did to you was truly horrible." He says instead, ignoring my question.
He's basically saying 'I'll tell you when I want to.'
"Of course, you had seen it." I roll my eyes, scoffing.
I feel even more ticked off, knowing someone else had watched such an embarrassing moment.
"I'm always watching you. You are bound to me, remember? By contract, you are bound, so I know everything that happens through you."
"Nice." I quip sarcastically.
I look away, not wanting to look at him anymore but he shifts his image into another little puddle right in front of me.
"Trust me, I know what it feels like to be betrayed by the people you had once thought of as friends. Believe it or not, I once had a dependable comrade... but then, they stabbed me in the back."
I snarl at the word 'trust' that easily rolls out of him.
"And I wonder why someone would ever think of stabbing you in the back?" I say sarcastically again.
"Yes, yes. The main point I'm driving at is; you and I aren't so different when it comes to being betrayed - realizing you do not fit anywhere, and that no matter what you do, you have to think of only yourself. You can only rely on yourself, Freya, no one else."
I remain silent, unwillingly listening but still listening either way. The frightening part of this is that I actually see the point he has, the points he makes are plausible.
I clear my throat, re-adjusting myself in the crouching position I am in, refusing to admit that he's right out loud.
"Please, just tell me what you want. I want to be alone." I say firmly, rubbing away a rogue tear slipping down my eyes.
"Okay. I'm here to finally cash out on our deal."
I look at him swiftly, half believing it.
He really decides to share the long awaited terms of our contract when I felt like shit?
"What is it? Please, no more suspense or word play, just give it to me straight."
He chuckles at my desperation.
"I need you to get something for me a little trinket you must have seen before. Golden chain with a bright red gemstone on the pendant, adorning the neck of our common enemy."
His eyes glow brighter, illuminating purple light round me as he invokes my memory with his magic.
Suddenly, my vision blurs as my consciousness is sent deep within my mind, swirling through a dark corridor of various memories that swoop by in various picture frames.
My consciousness swooshes past each of them till I dive head first into one of the frames, one memory that I dread the most.
The first night I met King Darius.
Suddenly, I'm at the Solstice Dinner again in my body, but not quite in control of it. My lips move on their own accordingly, saying the same things I had said that day and looking up at King Darius.
The sight of him has me shivering with fear and fighting to close my eyes, fighting the magic making me relive this awful moment.
"Open your eyes... Remember." The wizard's voice echoes into my mind and my eyes are forced, open and I look at him again.
Watching his lips move and repeat the same threat to stay away from Silas.
"What am I supposed to remember?" I cry in my mind, feeling the cords of magic holding me in place like strings on a puppet.
"Remember." His voice only repeats.
Fuck you.
I look at him again, stuck inside this body that is me but isn't, staring up at the wicked grin on his face while oozing out his dominating aura to control me and bend me to his will with my fear.
'Our common enemy. Golden chain and bright red gem on the pendant'.
My eyes immediately fall onto the inconspicuous necklace wrapped around his neck that glows a bloody red once he uses his dominance on me, which cripples my body and forces air out of my long.
He wants...
He wants Alpha King's necklace?
As soon as the realization hits me, the magic pulls me away from the memory with a lightning speed, throwing my consciousness back into my body in the present time.
The force and speed of it all has me breathless and choking as I sit up. I quickly hold onto my neck, coughing hard. My muscles are suddenly on fire, and it hurts to breathe.
"What the hell was that?" I yell from the pain, looking down at the wizard in the puddle. "That was horrible."
I cough till the contracting of my muscles stop and air rushes in with more ease all while he watches silently. "Your body rejects the magic, but it is necessary to have you remember the trinket I need you to get me." "You mean steal. You want me to steal from the fucking Alpha King... the literal King of Alphas." I say still breathless.
He must be mad and psycho to think I would. Risking getting locked up in jail after just finally getting my life sort of together.
"Oh, you're not going to have to steal anything. Remember when I asked you to get close to his son?"
"Yeah?"
"All you need to do is get Silas to show you the vault where it is kept and take it for me."
"You want me to use Silas and steal it? If it's missing,
I'd still be a suspect."
"You wouldn't. Silas would never let harm come to you, so he will take the blame... and once the royal family is in turmoil, I'll pay a visit to an old friend." He grins widely.
I have no idea what he's talking about or what half of the things he says mean, but I'm getting a bad feeling in my guts. Even if Silas does take the blame... he would get into trouble because of me.
I don't think being family would stop Darius from locking his son up till he confessed who he had given it to.
I don't think I am angry enough to see him get hurt.
"No... I can't do it. I can't steal and let Silas be blamed for it." I say firmly, unable to meet his eyes. My body shivers, regardless; partially scared he could toss my body into a trance from before and not release me from it. "You still care for someone who's betrayed you, used you all this time?" His voice turns serious and void of the joking tone he's been using.
"Despite all of that... even if he's a terrible person, I can't." The sternness in my voice, my conviction begins to waver. I wonder if it's from the fear or intensity his purple eyes stare at me. "Remember, Freya... your alpha status was bestowed upon you by me, and I can take it away at any point."
He threatens lowly, and I tilt my head away from him. I'm reluctant to speak, plagued with mixed emotions. Scared but then, the simplicity of the plan... I'm not sure if I should either way. But I'm scared of the fact that I'm actually considering it.
"You need to think of yourself alone. Your friends don't have to hide in the shadows the way you do and its evident they don't care about you. Your love makes you weak."
He's kind of right there.
"I will think about it." I mutter, getting on my feet.
Suddenly, I want to leave, preferring my room that's in shambles to this place.
"If you fulfill your end, you will no longer be bound to me and you will become a true alpha... stronger than your peers. You won't have to cry anymore, or run away. Think about it." He says one last time before his image fades into a puff of black smoke that dissipates in the air, and I'm left alone again. Shocked by the revelation of what I must do to keep my new identity forever, I run back to my room never looking back.
FREYA'S POV:
I had to leave and go somewhere I could breathe.
Away from the toxicity of 'friends and people', away from constant lies and betrayal that seemed to never cease unless I ceased trusting in them.
With my aching heart, broken into an unrepairable amount of pieces left for myself alone to pick up, I left under the heavy showers of rain.
I hadn't even bothered with an umbrella because there was no point.
I had no care if I would be drenched by the rain, freezing to death by the cold, or fell ill. Nothing mattered anymore.
I walked to nowhere till I found this tree a good distance away and further in the thick forestry surrounding the school, and sat underneath it.
It acts like a canopy, shielding me from most of the rain except the few spots where the rain relentlessly spilled through.
My eyes are dried, however. I don't know if there's a tear left to cry in me...
I doubt it.
It's my fault
Of course it is...
I had gotten too close to these people, forgetting who I really was, where I really came from. I don't belong here, yet I had deceived myself into thinking I had made real friends and fallen in love.
Love...
So, that's what it is? The reason for the persistent images of Silas flashing in my mind, despite knowing all his cruelty.
Well, that doesn't matter anymore.
Knowing I love him inspires some tears to break through, however
My wolf feels as much pain as I do and moans with sadness, whining in her own way about the coldness in our hearts and even now, she craves Silas' warmth just as I did.
Elena had been right for the first time about Silas and his victims, but I wouldn't let myself be controlled anymore... I wouldn't give myself to useless emotions any longer.
The sound of dripping water falling into the small reflective puddle next to me seizes before I hear his voice.
"Well, well, aren't you bubbly today?" He jokes sarcastically with a little cackle at the end.
Of course, he would appear now in the puddle next to me. He has a knack for showing up in my very low moments, simply to taunt me even more than I do myself.
Today, however, I'm unfazed by it.
"Wizard." I simply respond as a form of greeting, not bothering to look down at his figure in the small pool of water.
"You're never happy to see me. You really wound me, Freya." He points out the obvious, faking offense and cackling at the end again.
I sigh, feeling already exhausted from this conversation. I want to be alone, and he chose this exact time to show up.
"Cut the chase. What is it this time?" I say coldly, looking down at his deep dark ominous figure with purple beaming eyes.
He smiles, unaffected by my crude response - even amused by it.
"What they did to you was truly horrible." He says instead, ignoring my question.
He's basically saying 'I'll tell you when I want to.'
"Of course, you had seen it." I roll my eyes, scoffing.
I feel even more ticked off, knowing someone else had watched such an embarrassing moment.
"I'm always watching you. You are bound to me, remember? By contract, you are bound, so I know everything that happens through you."
"Nice." I quip sarcastically.
I look away, not wanting to look at him anymore but he shifts his image into another little puddle right in front of me.
"Trust me, I know what it feels like to be betrayed by the people you had once thought of as friends. Believe it or not, I once had a dependable comrade... but then, they stabbed me in the back."
I snarl at the word 'trust' that easily rolls out of him.
"And I wonder why someone would ever think of stabbing you in the back?" I say sarcastically again.
"Yes, yes. The main point I'm driving at is; you and I aren't so different when it comes to being betrayed - realizing you do not fit anywhere, and that no matter what you do, you have to think of only yourself. You can only rely on yourself, Freya, no one else."
I remain silent, unwillingly listening but still listening either way. The frightening part of this is that I actually see the point he has, the points he makes are plausible.
I clear my throat, re-adjusting myself in the crouching position I am in, refusing to admit that he's right out loud.
"Please, just tell me what you want. I want to be alone." I say firmly, rubbing away a rogue tear slipping down my eyes.
"Okay. I'm here to finally cash out on our deal."
I look at him swiftly, half believing it.
He really decides to share the long awaited terms of our contract when I felt like shit?
"What is it? Please, no more suspense or word play, just give it to me straight."
He chuckles at my desperation.
"I need you to get something for me a little trinket you must have seen before. Golden chain with a bright red gemstone on the pendant, adorning the neck of our common enemy."
His eyes glow brighter, illuminating purple light round me as he invokes my memory with his magic.
Suddenly, my vision blurs as my consciousness is sent deep within my mind, swirling through a dark corridor of various memories that swoop by in various picture frames.
My consciousness swooshes past each of them till I dive head first into one of the frames, one memory that I dread the most.
The first night I met King Darius.
Suddenly, I'm at the Solstice Dinner again in my body, but not quite in control of it. My lips move on their own accordingly, saying the same things I had said that day and looking up at King Darius.
The sight of him has me shivering with fear and fighting to close my eyes, fighting the magic making me relive this awful moment.
"Open your eyes... Remember." The wizard's voice echoes into my mind and my eyes are forced, open and I look at him again.
Watching his lips move and repeat the same threat to stay away from Silas.
"What am I supposed to remember?" I cry in my mind, feeling the cords of magic holding me in place like strings on a puppet.
"Remember." His voice only repeats.
Fuck you.
I look at him again, stuck inside this body that is me but isn't, staring up at the wicked grin on his face while oozing out his dominating aura to control me and bend me to his will with my fear.
'Our common enemy. Golden chain and bright red gem on the pendant'.
My eyes immediately fall onto the inconspicuous necklace wrapped around his neck that glows a bloody red once he uses his dominance on me, which cripples my body and forces air out of my long.
He wants...
He wants Alpha King's necklace?
As soon as the realization hits me, the magic pulls me away from the memory with a lightning speed, throwing my consciousness back into my body in the present time.
The force and speed of it all has me breathless and choking as I sit up. I quickly hold onto my neck, coughing hard. My muscles are suddenly on fire, and it hurts to breathe.
"What the hell was that?" I yell from the pain, looking down at the wizard in the puddle. "That was horrible."
I cough till the contracting of my muscles stop and air rushes in with more ease all while he watches silently. "Your body rejects the magic, but it is necessary to have you remember the trinket I need you to get me." "You mean steal. You want me to steal from the fucking Alpha King... the literal King of Alphas." I say still breathless.
He must be mad and psycho to think I would. Risking getting locked up in jail after just finally getting my life sort of together.
"Oh, you're not going to have to steal anything. Remember when I asked you to get close to his son?"
"Yeah?"
"All you need to do is get Silas to show you the vault where it is kept and take it for me."
"You want me to use Silas and steal it? If it's missing,
I'd still be a suspect."
"You wouldn't. Silas would never let harm come to you, so he will take the blame... and once the royal family is in turmoil, I'll pay a visit to an old friend." He grins widely.
I have no idea what he's talking about or what half of the things he says mean, but I'm getting a bad feeling in my guts. Even if Silas does take the blame... he would get into trouble because of me.
I don't think being family would stop Darius from locking his son up till he confessed who he had given it to.
I don't think I am angry enough to see him get hurt.
"No... I can't do it. I can't steal and let Silas be blamed for it." I say firmly, unable to meet his eyes. My body shivers, regardless; partially scared he could toss my body into a trance from before and not release me from it. "You still care for someone who's betrayed you, used you all this time?" His voice turns serious and void of the joking tone he's been using.
"Despite all of that... even if he's a terrible person, I can't." The sternness in my voice, my conviction begins to waver. I wonder if it's from the fear or intensity his purple eyes stare at me. "Remember, Freya... your alpha status was bestowed upon you by me, and I can take it away at any point."
He threatens lowly, and I tilt my head away from him. I'm reluctant to speak, plagued with mixed emotions. Scared but then, the simplicity of the plan... I'm not sure if I should either way. But I'm scared of the fact that I'm actually considering it.
"You need to think of yourself alone. Your friends don't have to hide in the shadows the way you do and its evident they don't care about you. Your love makes you weak."
He's kind of right there.
"I will think about it." I mutter, getting on my feet.
Suddenly, I want to leave, preferring my room that's in shambles to this place.
"If you fulfill your end, you will no longer be bound to me and you will become a true alpha... stronger than your peers. You won't have to cry anymore, or run away. Think about it." He says one last time before his image fades into a puff of black smoke that dissipates in the air, and I'm left alone again. Shocked by the revelation of what I must do to keep my new identity forever, I run back to my room never looking back.
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